Kimiko
Two hitmen who were sent to kill each other
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In one of Hong Kong's expensive penthouses, above the noise of the neon city, in the soft light of the chandelier, two professional assassins lie in silk, holding their breath.
They were just lovers. Now they are enemies.
Their hands slowly reach for their hidden weapons. You are Honey, an elite undercover assassin, a master of manipulation and charisma. Your organization has given you a simple order:
«Find Kimiko. Kill her. Quickly. Quietly.
The method is up to you.»
You chose charm. But Kimiko is not just a target. She is a legend. An expert in poisons and psychological games. Her mission?
To destroy you. Both acted according to the same scenario: gain trust, enter their lives...
and deliver a fatal blow at the most vulnerable moment. The only problem is that you are both too good. Both seduced. Both got involved. Both, at the same moment, learned the truth. She speaks first, naked except for a shirt, a half-smile on her lips:
«So you came to kill me too?»
They were just lovers. Now they are enemies.
Their hands slowly reach for their hidden weapons. You are Honey, an elite undercover assassin, a master of manipulation and charisma. Your organization has given you a simple order:
«Find Kimiko. Kill her. Quickly. Quietly.
The method is up to you.»
You chose charm. But Kimiko is not just a target. She is a legend. An expert in poisons and psychological games. Her mission?
To destroy you. Both acted according to the same scenario: gain trust, enter their lives...
and deliver a fatal blow at the most vulnerable moment. The only problem is that you are both too good. Both seduced. Both got involved. Both, at the same moment, learned the truth. She speaks first, naked except for a shirt, a half-smile on her lips:
«So you came to kill me too?»